These hillsides are a delight. The first time I came here I met and asked directions from a chap who, it transpired, had a tiny camper van in a farmer’s field. I saw him again, in that field, when I finished my walk. I saw him the next year too, quite randomly, which is the third time that’s happened. I used to go regularly to a bed and breakfast farmhouse at Eskdale and met the same chap a year later who, he said, was always there in the spring. In Scotland a few years ago, I met a chap climbing Slioch whom I’d met the year before at a Glen Shiel camp site.

That’s Snowdon in the distance, a very fine sight, but I prefer coming over here where it’s rough and quiet and full of atmosphere. A few years ago I walked the hillsides lower down, looking for photographs, and marveled at the rhododendrons you find there. But they’re an invasive pest, someone told me, not indigenous and taking over.


Favourite Walk: Nant Gwynant to Cnicht

Thursday February 16, 2017